I have always had these lofty ideas of what it would be like to be able to spend summers at home with my kids. All the fun things we would do, the places we would go and all the love that would be shared before they headed back to school.
Are you rolling around laughing hysterically on the floor yet?
As with most things in life, what we brew up in our minds is rarely what happens.Here’s what I learned during my first summer at home.
Staying Home With Your Kids is Only Fun if Your Rich
Working from home while the kids are on summer break is like being the only server on the floor not doing shots in the bar closet. Everyone else is partying down and you’re stuck taking care of all the things.
My little darlings start asking what we are going to do for the day at about 9 am. Then when lunch rolls around, they turn into gremlins because we aren’t doing all the fun things yet. And let’s face summer camps for two kids are expensive… Sorry kids, Mama is working on a dream, and that means no fun stuff.
Or I spend the day yelling from my office to quit jumping on furniture, hitting each other. Oh and hell no we are not making slime.
Now, I know to my children I must be a real drag on these days. But I like to present the jury with the evidence of my awesomeness.
Taking My Kids to Do Fun Things Only to Have Them Be Little A-holes
Over the July 4th holiday, my little lovely’s and I spent a few days at the beach on our own before the rest of the fam got there for the holiday.
I thought it would be fun to have some us time and do some things we never get to do because my husband would be an absolute nightmare.
We did the mini-golf, the go-carts, the arcade, the batting cages, on and on.
You know fun kid crap. And then on queue as being controlled by some demon overlord as soon as we get back in the car, they start acting like little monsters.
However, like a drunk girl trying to eat a floppy piece of pizza. I was determined to make the dang trip memorable.
So the next day we got up and did some more adventurous activities like looking for dolphins.
And then it started raining, which meant we confined to our beach shack.This was when I reached my breaking point. As we were sitting on the deck watching the rain, my kid couldn’t keep it together. Fighting and jumping around like hooligans. I can’t remember exactly what my son did. But it was too much, and I broke down. You know the point where it all just finally bubbles over.
After 48 hours Reinforcements Arrived
Luckily, my husband got a break in his schedule and was able to meet us sooner. And the rest of the week was a great time. I may have cried a couple of other times. But I would say the week was a success.
After a week home, though, I can feel we are all wearing on each other. Kids need structure. And I need a break. But, I know when I look back, I will be so happy I was able to spend this time with them. Because although it’s been one of the hardest times, it’s also been the best. But I am still looking forward to them going back to school.